soul drowning in the rippling flow of time I won't ask for it i can't save it what i wish from tomorrow is... a dazzling downfall that belittles the beauty of love These wings are breaking this is the hunt you will decorate the inside of this cage you are choking and crying for the tanned skin the absent father yearns for love the white breast is shining the blood and nectar are mixed It is being carved into even deeper over there is the seed of sadness Raise a sword ready for the hunt ...